THE trees are cloth'd in richest green, And flow'rs bedeck the meadows gay, While to enhance the pleasant scene, The lark pipes forth a gladsome lay; And gentle zephyrs lightly float, Which onward bear the humming bee, While Love sails in a fairy boat Along the banks of Avonlee. A maiden with a clear blue eye, And shining hair of golden hue, Is listening, with a look so shy, Unto a tale that's ever new; The youth who pleads is frank and brave, And she is fair and sweet to see, While glory gilds the rippling wave Beside the banks of Avonlee. The birds sing louder with delight, The flow'rs a greater joy inspire, The landscape more enchants the sight, All nature wears a new attire; And from the scene is heard to rise, A sound, as if in sympathy With those who love have learn'd to prize, Beside the banks of Avonlee. And still, while years shall swiftly glide, New hearts, O Love, shall feel thy power, And beauty hear with joy and pride, The dear old tale in hall and bower; And thus it was in days of yore, And still throughout all time shall be, In every land, on sea, and shore, And by the banks of Avonlee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO EXEMPTION FOR TOURISTS by KAREN SWENSON ELEGY ON MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by WILLIAM BASSE THERE IS NO NATURAL RELIGION (A) by WILLIAM BLAKE STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 5 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |